Raven Walks (16 page)

When he landed at Sebastian’s club he hadn’t
bothered to transform – and was pleased to see people run from him
as he entered the sparsely filled club. Only the die-hard vampire
fans had the stomach to visit the club after Sonja’s murder, but
even those silly humans didn’t have the stomach to face the
monsters all vampires were just one sunrise away from being.

Raven saw Gina tending bar, her back to him,
he advanced purposely. He figured he’d kill two birds with one
stone, figuratively speaking. And when she jumped as she turned to
face him, he had to admit he found her fear rewarding.

The problem was it was far too brief. He
realized he had merely taken her off guard – not truly frightened
her. And she made sure he knew it.

“Interesting look,” she said as she fetched
his bottle of water. “I think I prefer the 80s hair metal band
motif, though.”

That she had recognized him in his
exaggerated state surprised him more than he had been able to
surprise her.

She remained nonchalant as she watched as his
skin slowly filled out with muscle and fat, and his white hair
darken from the root. His red, glassy eyes lightened as his pupils
went down to their normal size.

“Not the usual response from a human,” he
murmured as he touched the bottle of water to his now full lips.
“Been around vampires before?”

“You could say that,” she offered
noncommittally.

“Then you should tell your sister to stay far
away from us.”

She laughed. “You tell my sister that.” Then
she caught the ravaged look on his face. “Let me guess. You already
did.”

He took another sip. “More than that.”

She nodded. That explained the creepfest
appearance from before. She wondered how long it would work on
someone as head-strong – and self-destructive – as her sister. Gina
leaned against the bar. “So where is she now?”

Raven’s eyes met hers. From the jealous depth
of those dark brown eyes, Gina knew that not only was Abi with
another man – but she was with another vampire.

It wasn’t over.

“Here,” she said as she handed him a second
bottle of water. “Have a double.”

***

Across town Constantine stood in the balcony
doorway and watched as Abi straightened the sheets. Then, in a fit
of frustration, she tore them right off the bed and into a heap on
the floor with a choked cry.

He walked over to where she stood, her
shoulders shaking from the force of her sobs. Silently he took both
of her shoulders in his hands. She turned around on him with a
swing. “Get the fuck away from me!” she screamed as she wailed on
him. All she could see was the face of the Creature and Raven’s
skeletal face morphed into one. She knew just under the surface,
Constantine was like that too – and the last thing she wanted to
feel were more claws against her body, an old body forcing its way
into hers.

Or was it
, something deep inside her
whispered in her ear. It had been six years since Hunter left her
to chase after her sister, the woman he truly loved. Ever since
then, she had tried every form of kink to figure out how to fill
the void in her soul. She had come close in Raven’s arms, closer
than she had ever been. If he was the man, the creature, she was
meant to love – who was meant to love her in return – he had no
right to take it away from her. Not after she had waited so long to
feel whole, to feel complete… to be filled. It only made her
madder, and punch Constantine even more, to punish someone for her
lascivious thoughts.

He took her blows. As tall and broad as he
was, her tiny fists flailed against him like mosquitoes. He allowed
her to exhaust herself until she collapsed against him in
uncontrollable sobs that wracked her entire body.

He kissed the top of her head as he rubbed
her arms with both of his large, warm hands. Her fingers pressed
against his strong chest, tickled by some of the course, sparse
hair that grew there. With hiccupping breaths she glanced up into
his warm, dark eyes – so similar to Raven’s.

She shook her head to rid herself the image
of what Raven had revealed himself to be. Instead she looked back
into Constantine’s intense, brown-eyed stare. His hands slid up her
arms to either side of her neck as he bent to kiss her.

His full mouth covered hers, warm and moist,
and his tongue probed gently between her lips. She melted against
him. After the night she’d had, his tenderness was just what she
needed. She didn’t want to think about Henri or Lillith, the
Creature or Raven or the very fact that Constantine was no
different from any of them. She didn’t want to think, period.

She wanted to feel.

And just like before, with Gina and with
Hunter, she wanted to punish the world the only way she knew
how.

If she couldn’t have Hunter… and she couldn’t
have Raven… then she’d the last man standing who wanted her.

Maybe, just maybe, it’d be enough this
time.

She ran her fingers over his hard, warm
flesh. So decidedly male underneath her feminine touch. He groaned
slightly as his head bent back, and his long brown hair reached
down his back in gentle waves. She opened each button of his white
shirt, revealing his cool skin taunt under her fingers. His eyes
locked with hers as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders.

“Abi,” he started but she silenced him with a
kiss. She didn’t want to hear any more admonishments about sleeping
with vampires. She just wanted to feel this man in her arms in her
bed and in her body. She didn’t want to think about death – she
wanted to enjoy life by fucking this hot guy’s brains out.

She could tell by his hardness pressing
against her he would be open to the possibility.

And if it punished Raven for the cruel way he
had treated her, even better. She sensed that fucking Constantine
was just the thing to tear him apart as completely as he his
rejection had done her.

Her tongue drove into his mouth as she pushed
him toward the bare bed. He needed no further encouragement as he
lifted her up effortlessly into his arms and deposited her on the
mattress. His hair fell over his shoulders and she felt herself
disappear into his eyes as he followed her down on the bed.

She planted kisses along his bare chest as he
pulled her shirt up to cup her full breasts through her lacy bra.
His tongue trailed along her lips and across her neck up toward her
ear while each thumb circled each of her hardening nipples. She
ground against him as her fingernails trailed up his back and into
the skin of his shoulders as his mouth lowered to dance across her
full chest. She tossed her shirt away impatiently and guided him
down to each breast.

Deftly he unhooked her bra and slipped it
from her shoulders, then tossed it across the room. He pulled her
into his arms, bare chest to bare chest, soft to hard, cool to
warm. His eyes nearly swallowed her whole as he stared into her
face while easing down her underwear.

She groaned as cupped his hard erection
through his pants. He responded by kissing his way down her body,
across her quivering stomach and lower between her legs. When his
mouth found its target she gasped and grabbed a handful of his
hair.

His tongue teased her gentle but firm and
fast and within minutes she was bucking against his masterful
mouth. He took her from orgasm to orgasm with nothing more than his
mouth, his breath and his tongue – and once he took her over the
edge he kept her dangled there until she thought she might pass out
from sheer, pure pleasure.

It was more than she could stand, and though
she wanted to beg him to finally fuck her she was incapable of
speech. He himself had to pull away because he could feel his fangs
begin to protrude and he didn’t think she wanted any reminder he
was a vampire. So he lifted her up and turned her around on her
knees.

She grabbed hold of the headboard as he slid
his pants down from his hips and brushed his stiff cock against the
curve of her ass. “Yes,” she finally managed, and Constantine’s
eyes glowed amber as his long fangs pressed into his cheeks as he
obliged her.

His thick dick slid easily inside of her
slippery pussy, still quivering from the massive, multiple orgasms
his mouth had wrought. She sucked him in, tight inside of her – a
place that he couldn’t ignore that Raven had never been. And here
he was fucking her, making her scream, making her his own.

There was only one thing left to do.

He stared down at her naked body underneath
him, and almost through her skin he could see the veins pump
precious blood in a rhythm that thundered in his ears like the
incessant beat of a drum.

He fucked her harder, lost in a blood-red
haze of desire, wanting to taste her – truly taste her – as he rode
her to his explosive orgasm. He could brand her, he thought, and
she’d truly be his.

He bent down over her, his breath hot against
her neck. He drank her essence in through his nostrils, feeling her
explode around him in another massive climax as she screamed out
into the night. Then, though she never thought she’d do so, she was
begging him to suck her blood. She just knew that it would take her
over the edge in a way that she’d never experienced before.

This was the raw lust of it – to have him be
close enough to kill her in the moment she felt his truest, most
primal desire. To have the ultimate life and the ultimate death in
the very same exquisite moment. She wanted to feel his sharp teeth
pierce her soft skin the way his dick impaled her tight pussy. “Do
it!” she demanded – though she might not have if she could see the
look on his face.

His fangs grew long and sharp from his mouth
and his eyes glowed as he pinpointed the spot on her neck where he
could taste her blood. Everything that had made her desire him was
now secondary to the very monster Raven tried to warn her
against.

His tongue snaked out to circle the flesh of
her neck, and it sent her over the edge yet again until she was
writhing against him. But he knew if she was going to give herself
to him, truly, he wanted her to know exactly what she was getting
into. So he flipped her around until he was holding her up in his
arms against the headboard. She finally saw him for what he really
was and she screamed again – this time from fear.

But it was too late to stop – Constantine
continued to ride her, harder and deeper with each and every
scream. And despite herself she felt herself cum again, her eyes
transfixed on his fangs as he leaned closer toward her neck. He
grunted as he fucked her, his glowing eyes nearly rolling back into
his head.

When she stared into those amber eyes she
finally quit screaming from fear. Suddenly she felt none. All she
felt was the overwhelming desire to have him claim her completely.
His fangs no longer scared her, instead she felt her pussy respond
to how it would feel if those same teeth sank into her virgin
skin.

Slowly but deliberately she bared her
neck.

With a growl he dove in. A hundred years ago
he’d tear into her flesh and drink from her until she was limp and
dead in his arms.

But today it made him harder and more excited
to lick the area until she begged for his teeth the way she begged
for his cock. His breath warmed her skin but his teeth merely
grazed over her until she thought she might die from the
anticipation. “Do it,” she whimpered finally, limp from her many
orgasms.

“Say my name,” he demanded softly against her
skin. “Name your master.”

“Constantine,” she managed, and her soft
voice sent a chill through his entire body. His eyes rolled back
into his head as his teeth pierced her sweet-smelling skin and dove
into the soft rivers of red ecstasy that pumped through her
veins.

She cried out with the initial pain of his
penetration, a virgin in the truest sense. But soon his sucking
against her neck, feeling her blood flow into his mouth, sent her
off into outer space with the most pure pleasure she’d ever
experienced.

With a final thrust Constantine alternately
filled her and emptied her. She lay under him, barely conscious
when he dragged his mouth away from her neck.

She glanced up at him with sleepy eyes as he
laid her down on the bed. “Am I going to die?”

He shook his head, his fangs now sated and
retracted, his eyes back to the deep, gentle brown. “Not tonight,”
he assured her, but with a fair warning that might not be the case
in the future.

It was his nature after all.

She nodded and accepted the covers he
retrieved from the floor and slid over her body, each nerve ending
electric and aware. As close as she’d come to death, she’d never
felt more alive. Had this been everything she had been searching
for?

She fell asleep not knowing that across town
Raven saw it all and felt it all in his mind’s eye, since
Constantine had been one of his own. She’d never know how deeply it
had cut him.

He’d done everything he knew to do – but she
was too far gone to save now. She could never go back to humans now
– they’d never be able to fill that yearning from which she’d now
burn.

It was only inevitable that, for however long
the Creature let her live, was damned to walk the same path of
death and destruction he walked.

He watched her sleep from the balcony doors.
He’d never meant for things to go so far. Constantine knew better
than anyone the reason Raven had turned her away so ruthlessly – it
was for her own good. Their world was not safe for humans anymore,
and it certainly wasn’t safe for vampires.

And yet there she lay somewhere between the
two realms. A deep primal hunger had been awakened and he knew
instinctively that she would not be complete, not be satisfied
until she’d finally crossed over to their side.